meditation respite

I close my eyes and inhale a spacious breath.

Immediately the wave of HOME washes over me.

I hear my own voice asking myself, “Where have you been? It’s been so long.”

Memories of my travels flash before my mind’s eye in

photos and postcards collected on the countless trips to OTHER places.

I observe, maybe for the first time, that my mind is simply a 

zealous tour guide to endless foreign lands.

I’m exhausted from my travels.

In this moment, I’m grateful to be choosing the respite of home.